Chapter 1063 – World-Destroying Mist

　　Lin Qiye rode his somersault cloud and followed closely behind the golden figure wearing a robe.

　　Surplice, somersault cloud …… that meets both of these items at the same time, other than the Monkey King after he cultivated into the Buddha of Fighting Victory, Lin Qiye couldn’t think of anyone else.

　　Lin Qiye had never been very knowledgeable about the Sun Wukong’s condition, and now that he had the opportunity to directly contact the Sun Wukong himself from a hundred years ago, it was naturally a good opportunity to learn about his condition, and he wanted to see what had happened to the Sun Wukong back then.

　　Seemingly sensing Lin Qiye’s aura, the figure flying far ahead on his somersault clouds suddenly hovered in the air.

　　He turned back, and an ancient ape clad in a robe was frowning as it gazed at Lin Qiye, a puzzled look flashing through those brilliant golden eyes.

　　Sure enough, it was the Monkey King.

　　When Lin Qiye saw his true appearance, he was even more certain of what he thought in his heart.

　　Compared to the Monkey King in the hospital, the Monkey King in front of him looked a bit more sacred, without that hidden demonic aura, not to mention the harsh and morose eyes, the golden monkey hair emitted a faint halo, and that pair of eyes was like a lake in autumn, the ancient waves were not shocked.

　　He stood there, like a real Fighting Buddha …… instead of Qi Tian Da Sheng.

　　”Who are you? Why do you also know somersault clouds?” Fighting Buddha frowned as he sized up Lin Qiye and opened his mouth to ask.

　　Lin Qiye was silent for a moment and was about to open his mouth to say something when Dou Dou Sheng Buddha followed up with, “Are you also a disciple of the Old Ancestor?”

　　Lin Qiye froze and quickly responded, nodding his head and answering:

　　”Exactly.”

　　Sun Wukong’s master was Old Ancestor Bodhi of the Three Stars of the Slanting Moon Cave, and all of his aptitudes were basically taught by the Old Ancestor, and the somersault clouds were likewise included in this.

　　In the Sun Wukong’s opinion, there seemed to be no other possibility for him to be able to do somersault clouds other than being a disciple of Old Ancestor Bodhi.

　　Lin Qiye was worried that he didn’t know how to explain his identity, and since the Sun Wukong took the initiative to throw out this answer, he naturally had to respond.

　　Dou Sheng Buddha nodded slightly and didn’t ask any more questions, those eyes looked back to the mist sweeping in the distance, his brows furrowed as he once again rode the clouds and sped away.

　　Lin Qiye followed closely behind him.

　　The closer he got to the border, the more an unspeakable sense of terror rose in Lin Qiye’s heart, as if there was something that was staring at him from the mists.

　　Lin Qiye looked at the dark, ink-like mists in the distance and fell into deep thought.

　　He originally thought that the mists that invaded Grand Xia a hundred years ago were no different from the mists he had seen, but now it seemed that this was not the case.

　　Previously, he had also wondered that the legendary mists that descended a hundred years ago were able to make the gods wither and all things die out, but through his own personal experience of entering the mists a few times, the lethality of the mists didn’t seem to be as horrifying as the legends had made it out to be.

　　Not to mention, two years ago, the Egyptian gods took Fengdu of Daxia and flew in the mist for so long, and did not see much of their godly power wither away, and human ceilings like Zhou Ping could walk in the mist for a short period of time without any protective measures.

　　Now, it seemed that the Extinction Mists that descended a hundred years ago were not even on the same level of existence as the mists Lin Qiye had ever seen.

　　The mists Lin Qiye had seen were grayish-white, while the Mist of Extinction that had been recreated through the time silhouette in front of him was as black as ink, and even if he himself hadn’t entered the mists, he could still feel the deathly silence emanating from it.

　　He had a premonition that if he entered this black mist in front of him, he would not even survive for a minute.

　　As he and Dou Sheng Buddha continued to approach the mist, there were more and more Great Xia Gods around them.

　　The Duke of Thunder and the Mother of Electricity bombarded the mists with thunder for a long time, but failed to stop it for even the slightest bit, their faces were unsightly as they flew in front of the Western Queen Mother’s doppelganger that stood high in the air, and saluted bitterly:

　　”Reporting back to the Queen Mother, my subordinates are incompetent ……”

　　”This is not your fault.” The Queen Mother of the West spoke gently and softly, “Go to the side and rest.”

　　Watching the duo retreat to the side with their heads hanging down, Mother West’s eyes flashed with a touch of helplessness, her afterglow swept the surroundings and saw Lin Qiye riding in the clouds, she transmitted her voice to him:

　　”Lin Qiye, come to this palace’s side.”

　　Lin Qiye was first stunned when he heard Mother West’s voice transmission, then quickly rode his somersault cloud and flew to Mother West’s side high in the sky.

　　Lin Qiye raised his hand in salute and looked around, seeing that the other Great Summer Gods were all focused on finding the weaknesses of the mists and didn’t pay attention to this place, before he lowered his voice in disbelief and asked:

　　”Your Highness, what are you …… doing here?”

　　”This Palace knows what you want to ask.” Queen Mother of the West slowly closed her eyes, “This Palace has its own intentions for using the Kunlun Mirror to re-imagine this scene.”

　　Lin Qiye pondered for a moment and tentatively asked, “Something to do with the rolling mountain of swords within the Kunlun Void?”

　　The Queen Mother of the West raised her eyebrows, as if she didn’t expect Lin Qiye to be able to guess this, so she nodded her head and responded, “Not bad, this palace has been casting swords for a hundred years to create the Kunlun Sword Ruins, and now it’s just short of this final step …… This step is crucial.”

　　”Casting swords, and reenacting history, what’s the relationship?” Lin Qiye was puzzled.

　　”Everything under the sky has spirituality, and the sword is the first of all soldiers, so the spirituality is even greater.” Queen Mother of the West said faintly, “Mortal casting of the sword, only casting its body, not forging its soul, the only way to forge the soul is to forge it with the intention, so that it can view the emotions, the emotions and the sword, casting the sword to open up the blade, in order to be able to be spiritual to the gods.”

　　After hearing these words from Queen Mother West, Lin Qiye seemed to understand.

　　Probably means, only forged the sword body is not enough, to instill the sword into the “intention”, so that the sword born “love”, in order to truly achieve the spirituality of God?

　　However,……, how do you imbue the sword with “meaning” and let it develop “feelings”?

　　Just as Lin Qiye was pondering, the gods of Da Xia in front of the mist were already anxious.

　　A few divine shadows rushed out from the dark mist, the light of divine power around them was dim, they were like birds with broken wings, staggered to the ground, attached themselves to cough violently, every time they coughed, a large amount of black mist gushed out from their bodies, their faces were haggard and emaciated.

　　”Huang Long Zhenzhen, Red Essence Zi, Fearful Liusun!”

　　A fat-headed monk clad in monk’s robes dashed to their side, a ball of Buddha’s light surged into the three from between his palms, attempting to force out the black mist in their bodies for them, but he was unable to shake them in the slightest.

　　”There is no need to waste your efforts, Canopy …… no, Pure Altar Messenger.” Huanglong Zhenren coughed twice and smiled with a pale face, “After you have cultivated yourself, it is a bit uncomfortable to address you this way.”

　　”Three Golden Immortals, how is the situation in the mists?”

　　”…… Not good.” Huang Long Zhen Zhen shook his head, “We only flew a few miles in the mist before we encountered seven or eight waves of strange demonic creatures, their numbers are far more terrifying than we imagined, if it wasn’t for the fact that we came back quickly, I’m afraid that after our divine power completely withered, we would have been surrounded and killed by them.”